Blogging is not for me

I have said it all along.

Blogging is not for me.

 

As blogging became the new "it" thing.

Blogging is not for me.

 

Even while I was immersed in reading others' blogs.

Blogging is not for me.

 

Praying alongside them as they struggled with infertility,

battled cancer with their children,

shared life and love, and bared their souls for the world to see.

Blogging is not for me.

 

We miscarried, and then struggled getting pregnant again.

Blogging is not for me.

 

We found out we were having a baby boy!

Blogging is not for me.

 

We found out there was a 1 in 6 chance our William Baker Bell

would have Down Syndrome.

Blogging is not for me.

 

We celebrated with family and friends and shared the joys of being pregnant,

captured ultrasound pictures and forwarded them to all of the doting aunts,

heard heartbeats and felt kicks, and picked out bedding, and put together the perfect room, and did everything we could to prepare for the baby who would soon greet us.

Blogging is not for me.

 

We met and fell instantly in love with our Baker and life was forever changed.

Blogging is not for me.

 

From the NICU, we sent out hourly and daily updates with stats, most recent reports from the doctors, weight gain and loss, feeding celebrations and setbacks, pictures, fears, his diagnosis, to those anxiously awaiting.

Blogging is not for me.

 

A friend even suggested starting a blog to share Baker with the world.

Blogging is not for me.

 

Now, 110 posts in, I still have days when I say it.

Blogging is not for me.

It still baffles me that people read this, seek out our story, celebrate with us, laugh with us, cry with us, share life with us.

I am daily humbled at the overwhelming response, publicly and privately.

Most often, I write like blogging is not for me.

I write authentically, boldly, honestly, sometimes humorously about our life and how the Lord uses us to bring honor and glory to His kingdom.

 

Thank you for being here.

Thank you for visiting and leaving your mark on our lives.

We are coming daily closer to celebrating our first year with Baker.

God has used you in incredible ways to provide us with encouragement, strength, knowledge, and hope.

I am forever thankful.

Maybe this blogging thing will work out after all.

 

Besides, who can keep pictures like this tucked away in a computer file.

 

Everytime.

"Say cheese, Baker."

And this is what I get.
Everytime.

 

 

Be still my heart.